Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belize and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rod Modell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mad Mike,
Essential Logic,
Soft Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Arab on Radar,
The Velvet Underground,
Minny Pops,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Byrd,
Niagra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sandy B,
Fela Kuti,
Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Wake,
Zero Boys,
Minor Threat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerri Chandler,
Japan,
The Dirtbombs,
Albert Ayler,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Detroit Cobras,
PIL,
Hardrive,
The Martian,
Pulsallama,
Clear Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ornette Coleman,
Television,
The Motions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T.S.O.L.,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Pus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wings,
Alton Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Desert Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Agitation Free,
Jimmy McGriff,
JFA,
Nik Kershaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zapp,
Whodini,
Rites of Spring,
The Red Krayola,
The Real Kids,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.